Nation of Wussies

Gift giving has taken a distant backseat to spending time with my family over the holidays. It is one of the few times of the year that we are able to assemble corporately and enjoy each other’s company. There is not much that I enjoy more than a good meal, watching football, and engaging in healthy conversation with my people.
The topics range from me getting chastised for being too unavailable because of work and school commitments, my looming engagement, to topics on what we have come to learn over time about ourselves. Probably one the most profound conversations were regarding the characteristics we develop as a result of our upbringing. How to prevent a generation of wussies?
My unborn children are destined to grow up more privileged than I. The sacrifices of my parents help propel me to be the first college graduate in my immediate family. Armed with the hungriness that can only be instilled within a poor kid, I have set out to crush all things I work on. Achievement in every field of human endeavor ;)
I’m always going to be thirsty. I’m constantly in pursuit of what I can do to make an impact. I’m driven to continuous improvement. So how do I inject my thirstiness into my children? I guess saying this aloud is that I show through my own hustle to model what I think are good behaviors.